[The way Dabi looks at him when his fingers slow nearly causes Enji to laugh, but it only gets as far as a slight smirk. He doesn't mean to be condescending about it, but it may come off that way when he's literally playing with Dabi to see how much he can take.
Maybe if he had to explain himself he could blame the fact that he hasn't had any sexual contact with another human being in decades, but that admission feels too embarrassing. He's not sure when he can have this again, and maybe he is going too far, but he doesn't want to be kept up at night listing the things he could have done but didn't.
Enji kisses Dabi's open mouth a couple of times. He has more than enough cordination to finger fuck his son while he strokes his cock. When most of the effort in holding him up is shared between how tightly Dabi is wrapped around him, and the way he's positioned to lean the remainder of his weight against the tiled wall helping to sandwich the villain, he's free to use both his hands to drive him crazy.]
No, I don't think you can.
[Again, that unintentionally condescending grin when he sees Dabi realize that his end is imminent. If he were as a cruel a man as his family believed him to be, he may have just stopped. Cut off all contact and leave Dabi unsatisfied and probably livid with rage. But that's not what he wants. He wants Dabi to feel helpless against his impending orgasm, he wants his son to know it's futile and that Enji was selfless in giving him that. After all, he's still rock hard and being patient about waiting his turn. Even if Dabi comes, Enji isn't finished with him just yet.]
It's okay if you can't hold out.
[He means it to be comforting, but maybe there is a slight taunting tone to it that he'll also claim that he can't help. Enji tries and then follows through with a third finger. It's infinitely tighter suddenly, but his speed doesn't lessen, nor does his assault on that spot webbed with nerves to send relentless waves of pleasure through Dabi using just his fingers. His other hand doesn't really need to do much, playing with his piercings, smearing that generous amount of precum over along his slit and back down to the underside. He's waiting him out.]
Hurry up. I want to put my tongue inside you after this.
[he's better be glad the sex is distracting or else dabi'd be tempted to set the entire place on fire. out of spite! unfortunately, those fingers are distracting and the delay in their motions isn't long enough to push him that far. it's only a few seconds before he's struggling not to lose his breath again.
breath enji keeps stealing from him each time his mouth shoves against his own. there's nothing romantic or gentle about the way they kiss. open-mouthed messy things that punctuate their breaths with silence and a few throat-bound moans before the seal cracks open again. touya's left holding on with all four limbs, unable to even free his hand enough to reach back and grab the wall as the larger man shoves in all the way to his damn knuckles. good thing his back's literally against the wall; the only circumstance where that's a good thing.
his attempt at growling in reply to that taunting comment is wrenched halfway through by hitched air. god damn, he's going to pay him back for this before they're through tonight. luckily for enji, his eldest son's mind is far too distracted from the sexual pleasure to even bother attempting to throw its normal shade at him for any of this. there's too much sweeping under dabi's patchwork skin and collecting through his muscle as it drools down towards his hips and collects behind the flat wall of his stomach. fuck fuck fuckfuc-!!
touya doesn't know which of those things it is that finally does it. the crush of his mouth against his own making his upper lip burn with those tiny scrapes of stubble from his father's lips. the heat of his words and breath ghosting over his neck and jaw and mouth and wherever the fuck else the man's talking. the sudden plunge of a third finger inside that has him hiking up on his legs and shouting into the steamy room as everything's suddenly stretching and hurting and spasming all over in the best fucking way possible. the meat of his hand as it entombs his precum-slathered dick in endeavor's palm and fingers until there's a white well-worked froth squelching between the man's digits as he strokes him and torments the piercings laddering the underside of his cock. any of those things could've done it.
except his father decides to do all of them at the same time.
hiking his shoulder and knee up, everything winds tight as a rubber band before that immediate snap. dabi jerks his head back with a curse spit between his teeth, toes curling against enji's thigh and fingers sinking into his neck and the back of his own hand. wet walls seize up in a mixture of muscular rings and molten ribbons, his entrance clamping hard enough to try and shove all three of those fingers together inside him. his tight-stretched skin almost seems to pull tauter against the staples as every muscles in his lanky body goes hard and touya breaks, cock spurting out streams of hot white all over the air between them, spattering endeavor's chest and his own stomach with spurts of white, each pulse sucking his stomach in and bucking his hips up as he shoots out a few heavy ropes. before dwindling down into sleeker lines and then to a measly bubbling that oozes the rest of it out of his tip as his cock pulses its last into endeavor's calloused palm.
[Even though he'd been backing Dabi into a corner with it all, leaving him with very little choice but to shoot his load over his father's chest and stomach (as well as his own), Enji still manages to be surprised at how suddenly it happens. There's a light, dazed, feeling he gets. For a second he thinks he might faint, but it's something else.
His own cock aches and leaks, reminding him of his own needs, and offers an explanation to his own response to the sight of Dabi in that state. He memorizes every detail of the moment, from the way his staples pull at his skin in places when his muscles clamp down all over his body then release again with each string of come that leaves him. The expression on his son's face in that moment, how different it is from any looks he's seen Dabi with before. Even the way he breathes during and after makes Enji want to draw his fingers out and replace them with his dick. It's difficult, but he resists the urge well enough. He's had a lot of practice with denying himself rewards until he achieves his goals.]
You did well.
[The praise comes out of him unexpectedly, but he means it. Enji's fingers pull out slowly as he eventually lowers Dabi to his feet. He should have stepped away to rise off and then leave, but instead he takes another moment to look the younger man over, appreciating his handiwork before coaxing him to turn around. True to his word, he crouches at first, then lowers himself further onto his knees as his hands grab Dabi's hips to pull him back.
Enji presses his face forward without any hesitation, his nose meeting skin even before his tongue can find its way to Dabi's entrance. His fingers did enough to work him open so he could slip it right inside him if he wanted to go straight to it, but like everything else, he drags it out. Dabi must still be coming down from his high, and Enji doesn't want to overstimulate him--instead his tongue teases around his rim, lapping directly over it when the muscles clench tighter.
He still has the lingering memory of Dabi's hot release on his skin, and Enji can't help but reach down to give himself a little relief while he tongues at his son's entrance.
They've long since past the point at which Enji might have considered this too depraved an act to allow. The point of no return has long since passed, and now he just wants to enjoy himself without judgement.]
[there are worse places he's considered shooting (and has shot) his load than his father's ridiculously jacked torso. he's thought about it before too, in a vindictive sort of humiliation way. not this semi-reluctant reluctant taboo indulgence they were both clearly into. the reality of that's starting to settle in as dabi comes down from his high, breathing heavy and quick in the afterglow.
somewhere in his mind he understands endeavor just stared him down while he came, probably locked away his orgasmic face away in his mind somewhere. fuck, he doesn't care. he can feel disgusted with himself later on, clash it against the smug satisfaction he dragged his father down another lewd tract of depravity. but right now, his brain's focus is on other things. like how every nerve is either firing off in ecstasy or cooling off into that drunken buzz of post-orgasm high. and telling him plainly there's a god damn ship's mast rubbing up against his ass as three fingers continue to stretch him out on the inside. it's enough to keep that venomous voice inside his throat for the time being, blocked behind a few shaky groans.
you did well.
...how he fucking didn't want to hear those words he's wanted to hear for so fucking long. and yet there they are, the same ones he's longed for as a child now finally coming to his ears after some incestual indulgence of carnal sin. they're one fucking fucked up family of fuckers and his twisted heart can't even decide at the moment if he wants to go another round or throw the fuck up all over enji's chest...
lucky for him, being a villainous scumbag and endeavor deciding to draw his fingers out of him tilt the scales away from nausea and into the decidedly euphoric. in for a penny, in for a pound, right? his legs slide off the man's hips, arms loosening the almost-death-grip on endeavor's neck. once his feet come to rest on the slick tiles below, dabi takes a few seconds to regain his footing and leg support before answering that encouraging nudge. a sick, sensual grin slices across his vivisected face and he traces his tongue between his teeth as he turns his back on his father.
only to blink when endeavor goes onto his knees. wait... he was serious about tha-?! both hands slap against the shower wall and his hips angle backwards with the grab and pull. just in time for a warm face to press between his muscles and the scrape of stubble against sensitive skin. definitely can feel back there compared to enji nuzzling against his neck or jaw. a second later, warm and wet push right against his entrance and dabi thuds his forehead against the shower wall. a breathless curse and laugh drool out of his mouth in a groan as the man opts not to fuck it into him, but cruelly draw it in circles around the pucker of muscle. it's almost enough to make his knees buckle, but he locks them instead.
instinctively clenches his entrance at the lazy tracing, fingers alternating between white-knuckle pressing at the tile and lazy dragging over the slick surface. so much for stopping before things really went over. they'd crested the edge and plummeted long ago. he rolls his head to the side before reaching one hand back and shoving his fingers into his father's hair. cups the back of his crown, feeling soft spikes of red brushing all over his palm and fingers. then grips firmly and pulls him forward to shove his mouth and tongue against his rim.]
[This bridge has been burned. If his relationship with his son hadn't been completely incinerated on that mountain before, he's adding gasoline to the pyre just to make sure. Clearly it isn't a son he's looking for in Dabi, it's something else. He doesn't think himself a man who needs a lover--he never has before, and although he and his wife produced a handful healthy children, much of it was goal-oriented.
He doesn't have any such goals now as the number one hero, and he didn't think he needed an outlet like that for himself, but as he uses his hands to part Dabi's cheeks for better access he wonders how true his initial assessment was. Clearly he's so desperate for someone that he's resorted to his own offspring...and the worst among them. No amount of counseling could help fix whatever the fuck possessed him to do this. He's beyond caring now, though.
All he cares about is the sounds Dabi makes as Enji licks at him. It's impossible to tell if he's just tolerating him doing it because he's sore and spent and the soft gesture might feel nice, or if he's actively enjoying it. Enji doesn't have to keep wondering because Dabi reaches back to demand more of it. That's when he closes his eyes and pushes his tongue past that ring of muscle, working him relaxed and open again with wet passes of his tongue and strategically applied pressure to get deeper inside him.
His cock aches for more attention throughout it all, but outside of a few seconds at a time of attention, Enji leaves his own arousal comparatively untouched. He's still not sure if he wants to go as far as being inside his son. It's impossible to make up his mind as if this would make him any more awful of a person when they've done just about everything except that.]
[there's no complaints from touya about that one. kick down the blackened support beams and watch the entire structure collapse into the void below. of course, this does raise the question of what kind of "relationship" they have now. hero and villain sure, but a cross-social-morals fuck buddy system? could work. dabi's not one for relationships beyond that, apart from alliances that he can use to further his own agendas and simply semi-freeload off of for as long as their paths align. "friends" is a long-incinerated idea.
but this is something he could possibly accept for a while? the feeling of enji's fingers on his skin as he pulls his cheeks apart, the heat of his breath against the rim of entrance, and that damn wicked motion of his tongue wandering across his nerve-filled flesh is threatening to stroke dabi into an addiction that's only reachable by drugs. the fact it only took a few nudges and not even overt shoves to make endeavor fall into this pleasure with him satisfies him so much. fucking monster... but a hot one.
forehead grinding against the shower tiles, trapping some of his bangs between his brow and the wall, he tries wrangling his breath back into his chest after ghosting it all over the surface beyond his lips. dabi arches his spine, pressing his hips backwards a little more as he rolls his head to the side and his cheek falls against the cool patch of wall, staples scraping on the hardness. that one hand's still stuck up here trying to dig his fingers through the tile, but the other one's contend to fist his father's hair and drag him forward into him, demanding him to get past the fucking teasing and shove something back inside.
right as his tongue finally presses into him, dabi oozes a lurid cuss against the wall. muscles relax, inviting enji to work his tongue further inside him, only to seize up and clench once he gets the feeling the larger man's inside as far as he can get without inuring himself. how the fuck did he know how to move his tongue like that? coaxing his muscles to loosen again and let him get so far in. who the fuck taught endeavor rimming strategy?
he wants to feel more of this, still has no intention of letting endeavor get away with just a fingerfuck and a rimjob, but he'll bring that up in a bit, determined to indulge in this power trip for a little while longer.]
[Even though Dabi's just finished and isn't likely to bounce back so immediately, Enji is curious enough to slide his hand between his son's legs, rubbing over his sac to feel over his dick even as his own is hot, hard, and neglected. He's punishing himself, and it's not so subconscious anymore when he's fighting with himself over it.
If he closes his eyes as his tongue explores his son's hole, he can translate that feeling at least partially, extrapolating what it might be like to have his cock inside the younger man. He's afraid if he touches himself to those thoughts he may not last much longer, and he's not in his prime anymore. Enji has endurance and stamina for days, but his rebound rate is entirely biological and not something he can train himself to be quicker at--definitely not at his age.
So in an abundance of caution he continues to focus on giving Dabi pleasure while ignoring his own. He uses a lot of saliva to try to work it inside the villain in place of lube like he knows what he's going to do even when his conscience tells him that crosses some arbitrary line that he's sure he crossed kilometers ago. Every time Dabi relaxes, Enji's tongue fucks his hole, dipping in and out of him, always trying to work deeper inside as much as his anatomy allows him to. And when his son tightens around his tongue, he still tries to push at his entrance to worm his way inside. The tongue is a muscle too, and a strong one. People forget and take it for granted, but it can overcome a great deal of resistance.
He didn't learn any of this anywhere. All of this is just years and years of celibacy putting ideas into his head that he has never had a good outlet for until now.
As much as he loves how much Dabi enjoys this, how his mouth and the lower part of his face is covered with saliva, he knows deep down it's not enough. As always, he's being greedy. He's not sure any amount of preparation can ready someone for his cock, but Enji's need to fill Dabi with it is not going away.]
[dabi's eyes widen as a huge hand wanders between his thighs and deliberately fondles his overly-sensitive dick, going up on the balls of his feet instinctively as he can feel the pounding of endeavor's wrist pulse right against his sac. that's a damn jolt through his nerves and it threatens to steal his breath away from him. with so much of him covered in unfeeling burn scars and pain being the main sensation he feels during his life now, anything that stimulates his nerves with the intent of causing pleasure can really hit him hard.
but he hasn't forgotten about the man kneeling behind him. every motion of his tongue inside his ass threatens to shove his mind right back into that hazy, orgasmic state, where it's nothing but pleasure and a heat he actually doesn't get burned from. but the grip he has on his father's hair keeps him grounded, enabling him to control some of the man's actions as he drops back down on his heels and presses himself firmly back against the man's mouth. still doesn't explain how he got this good with his damn tongue...
dabi wants to know, but isn't about to ask. not now at least. save that for later when he can zing him with it unexpectedly. another exhale, another slackening of his muscles, and another plunge of that tongue inside him. which sends his nerves in a bursting frenzy, causing him to tighten back up, stomach hardening and the heated walls of his ass seizing around endeavor's tongue to try and squeeze him out, suck him in, and massage him all at the same time. and enji's still managing to fuck him clean through the entire contractions. fuck, it's amazing. he's been rimmed before, but dabi can't say it's ever been done this intensely. especially when the man deliberately forces it back inside him right after he shoves him out. that's a fucking thrill.
until finally, when he feels his own cock starting to thicken and swell again (yay for the refractory period of youth), dabi flexes his arm and yanks back simultaneously as he pulls his hips forward, separating endeavor's face from his ass and putting some distance between them.]
Fuck, enough of that. [he's done. but not with endeavor. turning his head, he glares down at his father from over his shoulder, upper body twisted enough at the hips and chest to let him see from the corner of his eye. burning blue beneath his irises as he holds the kneeling man in his gaze.] Fuck me.
[Not a ask, not a suggestion, but a visceral command made thick and harsh.]
[The way Dabi recoils from Enji's touch by raising up on the balls of his feet out of reflex tells him everything he needs to know in that moment. He makes it a point not to do too much or risk putting him off too soon. Instead he focuses on what he's doing with his mouth. Not usually one for patience, he finds it oddly easy to wait for him to rebound.
Well, wait to touch him, anyway. He was too wound up and ready to go to wait for everything else. Thankfully Dabi seems to feel the same way because he shifts away from his father's mouth to insist he fuck him instead. Enji didn't have to be asked, but he will admit there's a small fire that burns inside him now that his son has said the words. If he were a pot of water, the sight of Dabi glaring at him as he makes his demand would threaten to boil him over instantly. How he's able to respond so intensely to eyes that look just like his own is something he will have to look into later.
Right now, he focuses on getting to his feet. He won't make him wait because in doing so he'll be punishing himself, and that isn't something he can take much longer. It takes him no time at all to press himself against Dabi from behind, using his feet to nudge the shorter man's legs a bit further apart so he could rub the tip of his cock directly against his entrance--still wet with his saliva. Between that and how much precum he's produced, pushing past Dabi's initial resistance is easy. The head of his cock slips right in, stretching his son out to make space for him with ease because of how well prepared he is. But. It's going to be the rest of his cock that will remind them of what's lacking without lube as he tries to nudge further inside him.
At least he's aware of his own size, and takes care in how he proceeds. Enji is tempted to just sheathe himself inside Dabi fully in one push when he feels the heat of his son's body around just the tip of his cock. Giving it to him at once and then leaving him a moment or two to grow used to it. He's tempted, but fights the urges in favor of shallowly fucking him, first with just the tip of his cock, gradually giving him more until Dabi's taking half of him. He presses a kiss to the back of his son's shoulder, knowing that if he hates it, he'll say so. His assumption is that Touya will hate anything tender from his father, so he'll enjoy this as long as he allows it.]
[for having so much of his skin unable to feel anything outside of pressure and eventually pain, the parts that are able to feel end up eagerly offering more than he normally could want. particularly during sex, leaving him a strange mixture of desensitized numbness and oversensitive pieces. endeavor's focus on his ass is driving him insane, both from the continued pressure and touches and the knowledge it's not going to be enough.
until he finally makes that demand and thank fucking god enji doesn't have any reservations coming to the surface. he can beat himself up for his disgusting perversions all he likes on the inside, so long as none of that shit prevent the larger man from getting off his damn knees and shoving his dick inside him. oh there's certainly some intense pleasure at saying those words and knowing they're going to be both heard and followed. knowing endeavor actually wants to fuck his own son, and touya wants his father in the same depraved manner. he's still not too gone pleasure wise to wonder what the rest of the family would say...
maybe he can give him a small reward later for not growling more at endeavor taking the time to get to his feet. the man's only human after all, but dabi's libido is far from patient right now. or logical. touya grunts hard when his chest hits the wall and the massive mountain of muscle that is his father presses right up behind him. chest overwhelming his back and hips dwarfing his own from the sheer sensation of it. legs press against his own, ankles knocking dabi's further apart to spread himself open. he sucks in a heated breath before letting it out in a lurid grin as endeavor's cock nudges right up between his cheeks and against his hole. still soaking from that wicked tongue earlier. his father's own saliva making way for his own dick in his own son's ass. what a fucking scandal... and dabi loves it. enough to be selfish about not wanting other people to know about this.
the sensation of his precum oozing onto his skin, mixing with the glaze of spit, makes things even better and touya growls out a hot curse of encouragement (and likely approval). fingers tighten against the wall and he grabs onto enji's hips with his free hand as the man pushes past the pucker of muscle. the sensation yanks his eyes wide open and dabi slams his jaws shut with huff at the stretch. holy shit-! three fingers really wasn't overkill prep. pushing him open, muscle widening and scraping backwards across the rising slope of his head, before the final crest of his tip's crown suddenly slurps inside with a sudden 'pop' and jolt. dabi balls his hand into a fist, body closing up tight around the back of endeavor's head as soon as he's in.
wants to say that's the toughest part, but... for as reckless as he is, touya likes his ass to work and thus bites back the snarling desire to tell his father to fucking shove it in. instead, those spasming muscles in the younger man's tunnel are quick to seize up around the man's cock. heartbeats throb in time with his frantic pulse, beating simultaneously with endeavor's cock pulsing inside him. it's a heady feeling, coming through even clearer as the man pushes forward, inching more of himself into his heat. man's a fucking monster, but in a totally different manner right now.
in and out, slowly fucking him with those shallow thrusts and working more of himself past his ring until dabi's panting all over the wall and he's completely lost track of just how much of his father's dick's inside. could be a fourth, could be half, doesn't know and doesn't care. at the moment, he's a bit too enthralled in the pleasure and taboo of this to bother with any sort of hatred. the kiss gets completely swept away by the pleasure of endeavor fucking him. of course, it also depends on which shoulder he kisses him on.]
[It's troubling how well-behaved Dabi seems when he's after something he wants. There's no fuss or protest about it when Enji repositions him, and despite the wordless directives, Dabi is more compliant than his father has ever seen him. He finds it amusing, but keeps that to himself. He's too close to risk pissing Dabi off now.
Underneath it all is a layer of guilt that he continuously tries to push down and shove out of sight. He keeps telling himself that giving Touya something he wants has been long awaited for the both of them. Maybe this isn't the ideal way to do it, but it would be a lie to say he would take what he can get. The head of his cock nudges just for a moment before sinking into his son, his self-revulsion and pleasure raising up in unison at how willingly he accepts it at first, and then how Dabi's body seems so tight around him to keep him there. His delusions are just as bad as the villains, but he's not deluding in the knowledge that Dabi enjoys this.
As much as he'd like to be kind and gentle, taking his time feels increasingly more impossible the longer he shallowly fucks Dabi. He hisses impatiently at the conflict between wanting to do the right thing and wanting to give in to the wicked side of his brain that he'd recently tried to burn out entirely. Who was he kidding? There was never any reality where he would make love to his son tenderly, that's not what this is and he knows it. He can't twist the truth to something that he digests more easily. This just is what it is.
Enji shoves in the rest of the way with a hard push, making it evident that even with saliva and water, there's not enough lube to keep this comfortable forever. He drags his teeth over Dabi's skin, teeth clicking over metal staples as he wraps a large arm across the younger man's chest to hold him in place for the next few thrusts. His cock withdraws and drives in again fully in quick succession. Enji swears under his breath between groans and pants at how good it feels not to hold back. His fingers dance around Dabi's neck, not quite encircling his throat, but the threat of that is there.
If Dabi does this sort of thing often, Enji can't tell. The villain feels tight and hot around him, but considering his size that grip around his cock was inescapable.]
[as much as touya despises his family, the sad truth is, all this time on the streets hasn't completely been able to unlearn the foundations his formal upbringing instilled in him. calm, quiet, rude, and dangerously charming when he wants to be, it's a lingering testament to the todoroki blood inside dabi's veins as his father moves him in the shower with no complaint from his son. plus... it's sex and he wants it. why the hell would he bitch about that and deny himself that momentary escape from this life?
yeah, he enjoys this. every damn aspect of it. from the disgusting taboo of incest to the could-give-a-shit pleasure of having sex with someone regardless of who they are, it's that twisted spire of knowing and not caring all at once. endeavor's galled over this, but at the same time, he obviously isn't doing this just because dabi seduced him. touya knows his father is far stronger than that. no, there's guilt and want at play here, attraction and penance entwined, and it's all wrapped up in that carnal connection as he seizes onto his father's attention, selfishly getting something he'd desired and been denied for so long. perhaps if enji had focused on his son as a child and gave him those platonic acknowledgements and praises, he wouldn't be down here in a villainous hideout shelter shower fucking his son as an adult.
one hand reaches back and dabi hooks it around the back of the hero's broad neck. the next shallow thrust has his leg hiking up onto the ball of his foot, deliberately dragging the bone of his kneecap against the shower wall. something to alleviate the pressure nudging in and out of him in that damn delay of gratification as endeavor takes his time trying to decide what to do. but that's not stopping him from moving as he steps one leg back, the staples on his instep scraping across the top of his father's ankle.
each pop of his head in and out of him hauls a gasp from his lips or some other bodily reaction, most noticeably the villain's clenching hole tightening up around his father's huge body hard when the man's cock splits him open again. shallow fucking, amazing feeling, that burn and stretch which causes his remaining working nerves to scream in pleasure. dabi wants him to shove it in all at once but he's also fine with enji taking his sweet time. he'll indulge in this sin as long as endeavor feels like letting him, soaking up all of it.]
FUCK!! [apparently "all of it" means all of it and dabi drives his head backwards, hair throwing water off the spikes as he grinds it against his father's shoulder. endeavor slams the rest of himself in. that push has his hips meet his ass and the villain's shout rings through the enclosed space. it hurts--fuck it hurts real bad--and it's obvious in touya's voice. but that pain comes with a sick pleasure that's undeniable in his throat either, the way his ass seizes up around endeavor's dick in a strangling grip. he feels every damn detail of him pulsing inside, spreading him open and forcing his body to move for his father's presence. a sudden inappropriate flashback to a moment in the shower with his father way back when, standing in front of him with his big body looming behind him, following instructions on washing behind his ears and making sure he keeps his eyes shut so the shampoo doesn't get in them. fuck, it's a completely different version of his childhood in a twisted way.
teeth scrape at his skin, sliding over the burning demarcation line between scar and health, hurting and blissing simultaneously. staples tug slightly from the brushing touch as endeavor wraps his arm around his chest and pulls him back against him like a damn carseat belt that dabi never wears anymore. at least it keeps his chest off the cooling tile walls and instead flushes his back to endeavor's bulging chest and stomach. one thrust, a second one, he swears he's getting jolted off his feet each time the man thrusts home, though the shouts are intermingled with groans and silent gasps when enji drags out of him. so fucking much! and everything else is gone. that's what he wants. this is why he indulges in getting close to people from time to time. the amazing moment when sex is all his brain can think about and the rest of his life vanishes in the pace of moving bodies and thrusts and fuck.
fingers brush around his neck and dabi's free hand snaps up to grab at his father's wrist. before abruptly shoving upward, forcing the man's hand against his throat. either do it or don't, but don't threaten him with a good time and then stick indecisive around it, ya damn hero! won't say it out loud because he doesn't want enji to randomly have a moral crisis mid-fuck. but the invitation is there. he can hold his breath and he's pretty damn sure endeavor's got some frustrations he could work out with a bit of sexual throttling of the man who's been threatening to burn his entire world to the ground out of sheer hate and spite. he's endeavor's son, but he's a dirty fucking villain all the same!]
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Date: 12/14/21 15:06 (UTC)Maybe if he had to explain himself he could blame the fact that he hasn't had any sexual contact with another human being in decades, but that admission feels too embarrassing. He's not sure when he can have this again, and maybe he is going too far, but he doesn't want to be kept up at night listing the things he could have done but didn't.
Enji kisses Dabi's open mouth a couple of times. He has more than enough cordination to finger fuck his son while he strokes his cock. When most of the effort in holding him up is shared between how tightly Dabi is wrapped around him, and the way he's positioned to lean the remainder of his weight against the tiled wall helping to sandwich the villain, he's free to use both his hands to drive him crazy.]
No, I don't think you can.
[Again, that unintentionally condescending grin when he sees Dabi realize that his end is imminent. If he were as a cruel a man as his family believed him to be, he may have just stopped. Cut off all contact and leave Dabi unsatisfied and probably livid with rage. But that's not what he wants. He wants Dabi to feel helpless against his impending orgasm, he wants his son to know it's futile and that Enji was selfless in giving him that. After all, he's still rock hard and being patient about waiting his turn. Even if Dabi comes, Enji isn't finished with him just yet.]
It's okay if you can't hold out.
[He means it to be comforting, but maybe there is a slight taunting tone to it that he'll also claim that he can't help. Enji tries and then follows through with a third finger. It's infinitely tighter suddenly, but his speed doesn't lessen, nor does his assault on that spot webbed with nerves to send relentless waves of pleasure through Dabi using just his fingers. His other hand doesn't really need to do much, playing with his piercings, smearing that generous amount of precum over along his slit and back down to the underside. He's waiting him out.]
Hurry up. I want to put my tongue inside you after this.
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Date: 12/15/21 02:05 (UTC)breath enji keeps stealing from him each time his mouth shoves against his own. there's nothing romantic or gentle about the way they kiss. open-mouthed messy things that punctuate their breaths with silence and a few throat-bound moans before the seal cracks open again. touya's left holding on with all four limbs, unable to even free his hand enough to reach back and grab the wall as the larger man shoves in all the way to his damn knuckles. good thing his back's literally against the wall; the only circumstance where that's a good thing.
his attempt at growling in reply to that taunting comment is wrenched halfway through by hitched air. god damn, he's going to pay him back for this before they're through tonight. luckily for enji, his eldest son's mind is far too distracted from the sexual pleasure to even bother attempting to throw its normal shade at him for any of this. there's too much sweeping under dabi's patchwork skin and collecting through his muscle as it drools down towards his hips and collects behind the flat wall of his stomach. fuck fuck fuckfuc-!!
touya doesn't know which of those things it is that finally does it. the crush of his mouth against his own making his upper lip burn with those tiny scrapes of stubble from his father's lips. the heat of his words and breath ghosting over his neck and jaw and mouth and wherever the fuck else the man's talking. the sudden plunge of a third finger inside that has him hiking up on his legs and shouting into the steamy room as everything's suddenly stretching and hurting and spasming all over in the best fucking way possible. the meat of his hand as it entombs his precum-slathered dick in endeavor's palm and fingers until there's a white well-worked froth squelching between the man's digits as he strokes him and torments the piercings laddering the underside of his cock. any of those things could've done it.
except his father decides to do all of them at the same time.
hiking his shoulder and knee up, everything winds tight as a rubber band before that immediate snap. dabi jerks his head back with a curse spit between his teeth, toes curling against enji's thigh and fingers sinking into his neck and the back of his own hand. wet walls seize up in a mixture of muscular rings and molten ribbons, his entrance clamping hard enough to try and shove all three of those fingers together inside him. his tight-stretched skin almost seems to pull tauter against the staples as every muscles in his lanky body goes hard and touya breaks, cock spurting out streams of hot white all over the air between them, spattering endeavor's chest and his own stomach with spurts of white, each pulse sucking his stomach in and bucking his hips up as he shoots out a few heavy ropes. before dwindling down into sleeker lines and then to a measly bubbling that oozes the rest of it out of his tip as his cock pulses its last into endeavor's calloused palm.
fuck... his father just made him cum.]
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Date: 12/15/21 03:59 (UTC)His own cock aches and leaks, reminding him of his own needs, and offers an explanation to his own response to the sight of Dabi in that state. He memorizes every detail of the moment, from the way his staples pull at his skin in places when his muscles clamp down all over his body then release again with each string of come that leaves him. The expression on his son's face in that moment, how different it is from any looks he's seen Dabi with before. Even the way he breathes during and after makes Enji want to draw his fingers out and replace them with his dick. It's difficult, but he resists the urge well enough. He's had a lot of practice with denying himself rewards until he achieves his goals.]
You did well.
[The praise comes out of him unexpectedly, but he means it. Enji's fingers pull out slowly as he eventually lowers Dabi to his feet. He should have stepped away to rise off and then leave, but instead he takes another moment to look the younger man over, appreciating his handiwork before coaxing him to turn around. True to his word, he crouches at first, then lowers himself further onto his knees as his hands grab Dabi's hips to pull him back.
Enji presses his face forward without any hesitation, his nose meeting skin even before his tongue can find its way to Dabi's entrance. His fingers did enough to work him open so he could slip it right inside him if he wanted to go straight to it, but like everything else, he drags it out. Dabi must still be coming down from his high, and Enji doesn't want to overstimulate him--instead his tongue teases around his rim, lapping directly over it when the muscles clench tighter.
He still has the lingering memory of Dabi's hot release on his skin, and Enji can't help but reach down to give himself a little relief while he tongues at his son's entrance.
They've long since past the point at which Enji might have considered this too depraved an act to allow. The point of no return has long since passed, and now he just wants to enjoy himself without judgement.]
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Date: 12/16/21 01:17 (UTC)somewhere in his mind he understands endeavor just stared him down while he came, probably locked away his orgasmic face away in his mind somewhere. fuck, he doesn't care. he can feel disgusted with himself later on, clash it against the smug satisfaction he dragged his father down another lewd tract of depravity. but right now, his brain's focus is on other things. like how every nerve is either firing off in ecstasy or cooling off into that drunken buzz of post-orgasm high. and telling him plainly there's a god damn ship's mast rubbing up against his ass as three fingers continue to stretch him out on the inside. it's enough to keep that venomous voice inside his throat for the time being, blocked behind a few shaky groans.
you did well.
...how he fucking didn't want to hear those words he's wanted to hear for so fucking long. and yet there they are, the same ones he's longed for as a child now finally coming to his ears after some incestual indulgence of carnal sin. they're one fucking fucked up family of fuckers and his twisted heart can't even decide at the moment if he wants to go another round or throw the fuck up all over enji's chest...
lucky for him, being a villainous scumbag and endeavor deciding to draw his fingers out of him tilt the scales away from nausea and into the decidedly euphoric. in for a penny, in for a pound, right? his legs slide off the man's hips, arms loosening the almost-death-grip on endeavor's neck. once his feet come to rest on the slick tiles below, dabi takes a few seconds to regain his footing and leg support before answering that encouraging nudge. a sick, sensual grin slices across his vivisected face and he traces his tongue between his teeth as he turns his back on his father.
only to blink when endeavor goes onto his knees. wait... he was serious about tha-?! both hands slap against the shower wall and his hips angle backwards with the grab and pull. just in time for a warm face to press between his muscles and the scrape of stubble against sensitive skin. definitely can feel back there compared to enji nuzzling against his neck or jaw. a second later, warm and wet push right against his entrance and dabi thuds his forehead against the shower wall. a breathless curse and laugh drool out of his mouth in a groan as the man opts not to fuck it into him, but cruelly draw it in circles around the pucker of muscle. it's almost enough to make his knees buckle, but he locks them instead.
instinctively clenches his entrance at the lazy tracing, fingers alternating between white-knuckle pressing at the tile and lazy dragging over the slick surface. so much for stopping before things really went over. they'd crested the edge and plummeted long ago. he rolls his head to the side before reaching one hand back and shoving his fingers into his father's hair. cups the back of his crown, feeling soft spikes of red brushing all over his palm and fingers. then grips firmly and pulls him forward to shove his mouth and tongue against his rim.]
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Date: 12/16/21 13:09 (UTC)He doesn't have any such goals now as the number one hero, and he didn't think he needed an outlet like that for himself, but as he uses his hands to part Dabi's cheeks for better access he wonders how true his initial assessment was. Clearly he's so desperate for someone that he's resorted to his own offspring...and the worst among them. No amount of counseling could help fix whatever the fuck possessed him to do this. He's beyond caring now, though.
All he cares about is the sounds Dabi makes as Enji licks at him. It's impossible to tell if he's just tolerating him doing it because he's sore and spent and the soft gesture might feel nice, or if he's actively enjoying it. Enji doesn't have to keep wondering because Dabi reaches back to demand more of it. That's when he closes his eyes and pushes his tongue past that ring of muscle, working him relaxed and open again with wet passes of his tongue and strategically applied pressure to get deeper inside him.
His cock aches for more attention throughout it all, but outside of a few seconds at a time of attention, Enji leaves his own arousal comparatively untouched. He's still not sure if he wants to go as far as being inside his son. It's impossible to make up his mind as if this would make him any more awful of a person when they've done just about everything except that.]
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Date: 12/16/21 19:49 (UTC)but this is something he could possibly accept for a while? the feeling of enji's fingers on his skin as he pulls his cheeks apart, the heat of his breath against the rim of entrance, and that damn wicked motion of his tongue wandering across his nerve-filled flesh is threatening to stroke dabi into an addiction that's only reachable by drugs. the fact it only took a few nudges and not even overt shoves to make endeavor fall into this pleasure with him satisfies him so much. fucking monster... but a hot one.
forehead grinding against the shower tiles, trapping some of his bangs between his brow and the wall, he tries wrangling his breath back into his chest after ghosting it all over the surface beyond his lips. dabi arches his spine, pressing his hips backwards a little more as he rolls his head to the side and his cheek falls against the cool patch of wall, staples scraping on the hardness. that one hand's still stuck up here trying to dig his fingers through the tile, but the other one's contend to fist his father's hair and drag him forward into him, demanding him to get past the fucking teasing and shove something back inside.
right as his tongue finally presses into him, dabi oozes a lurid cuss against the wall. muscles relax, inviting enji to work his tongue further inside him, only to seize up and clench once he gets the feeling the larger man's inside as far as he can get without inuring himself. how the fuck did he know how to move his tongue like that? coaxing his muscles to loosen again and let him get so far in. who the fuck taught endeavor rimming strategy?
he wants to feel more of this, still has no intention of letting endeavor get away with just a fingerfuck and a rimjob, but he'll bring that up in a bit, determined to indulge in this power trip for a little while longer.]
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Date: 12/17/21 14:49 (UTC)If he closes his eyes as his tongue explores his son's hole, he can translate that feeling at least partially, extrapolating what it might be like to have his cock inside the younger man. He's afraid if he touches himself to those thoughts he may not last much longer, and he's not in his prime anymore. Enji has endurance and stamina for days, but his rebound rate is entirely biological and not something he can train himself to be quicker at--definitely not at his age.
So in an abundance of caution he continues to focus on giving Dabi pleasure while ignoring his own. He uses a lot of saliva to try to work it inside the villain in place of lube like he knows what he's going to do even when his conscience tells him that crosses some arbitrary line that he's sure he crossed kilometers ago. Every time Dabi relaxes, Enji's tongue fucks his hole, dipping in and out of him, always trying to work deeper inside as much as his anatomy allows him to. And when his son tightens around his tongue, he still tries to push at his entrance to worm his way inside. The tongue is a muscle too, and a strong one. People forget and take it for granted, but it can overcome a great deal of resistance.
He didn't learn any of this anywhere. All of this is just years and years of celibacy putting ideas into his head that he has never had a good outlet for until now.
As much as he loves how much Dabi enjoys this, how his mouth and the lower part of his face is covered with saliva, he knows deep down it's not enough. As always, he's being greedy. He's not sure any amount of preparation can ready someone for his cock, but Enji's need to fill Dabi with it is not going away.]
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Date: 12/17/21 23:36 (UTC)but he hasn't forgotten about the man kneeling behind him. every motion of his tongue inside his ass threatens to shove his mind right back into that hazy, orgasmic state, where it's nothing but pleasure and a heat he actually doesn't get burned from. but the grip he has on his father's hair keeps him grounded, enabling him to control some of the man's actions as he drops back down on his heels and presses himself firmly back against the man's mouth. still doesn't explain how he got this good with his damn tongue...
dabi wants to know, but isn't about to ask. not now at least. save that for later when he can zing him with it unexpectedly. another exhale, another slackening of his muscles, and another plunge of that tongue inside him. which sends his nerves in a bursting frenzy, causing him to tighten back up, stomach hardening and the heated walls of his ass seizing around endeavor's tongue to try and squeeze him out, suck him in, and massage him all at the same time. and enji's still managing to fuck him clean through the entire contractions. fuck, it's amazing. he's been rimmed before, but dabi can't say it's ever been done this intensely. especially when the man deliberately forces it back inside him right after he shoves him out. that's a fucking thrill.
until finally, when he feels his own cock starting to thicken and swell again (yay for the refractory period of youth), dabi flexes his arm and yanks back simultaneously as he pulls his hips forward, separating endeavor's face from his ass and putting some distance between them.]
Fuck, enough of that. [he's done. but not with endeavor. turning his head, he glares down at his father from over his shoulder, upper body twisted enough at the hips and chest to let him see from the corner of his eye. burning blue beneath his irises as he holds the kneeling man in his gaze.] Fuck me.
[Not a ask, not a suggestion, but a visceral command made thick and harsh.]
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Date: 12/20/21 08:32 (UTC)Well, wait to touch him, anyway. He was too wound up and ready to go to wait for everything else. Thankfully Dabi seems to feel the same way because he shifts away from his father's mouth to insist he fuck him instead. Enji didn't have to be asked, but he will admit there's a small fire that burns inside him now that his son has said the words. If he were a pot of water, the sight of Dabi glaring at him as he makes his demand would threaten to boil him over instantly. How he's able to respond so intensely to eyes that look just like his own is something he will have to look into later.
Right now, he focuses on getting to his feet. He won't make him wait because in doing so he'll be punishing himself, and that isn't something he can take much longer. It takes him no time at all to press himself against Dabi from behind, using his feet to nudge the shorter man's legs a bit further apart so he could rub the tip of his cock directly against his entrance--still wet with his saliva. Between that and how much precum he's produced, pushing past Dabi's initial resistance is easy. The head of his cock slips right in, stretching his son out to make space for him with ease because of how well prepared he is. But. It's going to be the rest of his cock that will remind them of what's lacking without lube as he tries to nudge further inside him.
At least he's aware of his own size, and takes care in how he proceeds. Enji is tempted to just sheathe himself inside Dabi fully in one push when he feels the heat of his son's body around just the tip of his cock. Giving it to him at once and then leaving him a moment or two to grow used to it. He's tempted, but fights the urges in favor of shallowly fucking him, first with just the tip of his cock, gradually giving him more until Dabi's taking half of him. He presses a kiss to the back of his son's shoulder, knowing that if he hates it, he'll say so. His assumption is that Touya will hate anything tender from his father, so he'll enjoy this as long as he allows it.]
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Date: 12/22/21 00:19 (UTC)until he finally makes that demand and thank fucking god enji doesn't have any reservations coming to the surface. he can beat himself up for his disgusting perversions all he likes on the inside, so long as none of that shit prevent the larger man from getting off his damn knees and shoving his dick inside him. oh there's certainly some intense pleasure at saying those words and knowing they're going to be both heard and followed. knowing endeavor actually wants to fuck his own son, and touya wants his father in the same depraved manner. he's still not too gone pleasure wise to wonder what the rest of the family would say...
maybe he can give him a small reward later for not growling more at endeavor taking the time to get to his feet. the man's only human after all, but dabi's libido is far from patient right now. or logical. touya grunts hard when his chest hits the wall and the massive mountain of muscle that is his father presses right up behind him. chest overwhelming his back and hips dwarfing his own from the sheer sensation of it. legs press against his own, ankles knocking dabi's further apart to spread himself open. he sucks in a heated breath before letting it out in a lurid grin as endeavor's cock nudges right up between his cheeks and against his hole. still soaking from that wicked tongue earlier. his father's own saliva making way for his own dick in his own son's ass. what a fucking scandal... and dabi loves it. enough to be selfish about not wanting other people to know about this.
the sensation of his precum oozing onto his skin, mixing with the glaze of spit, makes things even better and touya growls out a hot curse of encouragement (and likely approval). fingers tighten against the wall and he grabs onto enji's hips with his free hand as the man pushes past the pucker of muscle. the sensation yanks his eyes wide open and dabi slams his jaws shut with huff at the stretch. holy shit-! three fingers really wasn't overkill prep. pushing him open, muscle widening and scraping backwards across the rising slope of his head, before the final crest of his tip's crown suddenly slurps inside with a sudden 'pop' and jolt. dabi balls his hand into a fist, body closing up tight around the back of endeavor's head as soon as he's in.
wants to say that's the toughest part, but... for as reckless as he is, touya likes his ass to work and thus bites back the snarling desire to tell his father to fucking shove it in. instead, those spasming muscles in the younger man's tunnel are quick to seize up around the man's cock. heartbeats throb in time with his frantic pulse, beating simultaneously with endeavor's cock pulsing inside him. it's a heady feeling, coming through even clearer as the man pushes forward, inching more of himself into his heat. man's a fucking monster, but in a totally different manner right now.
in and out, slowly fucking him with those shallow thrusts and working more of himself past his ring until dabi's panting all over the wall and he's completely lost track of just how much of his father's dick's inside. could be a fourth, could be half, doesn't know and doesn't care. at the moment, he's a bit too enthralled in the pleasure and taboo of this to bother with any sort of hatred. the kiss gets completely swept away by the pleasure of endeavor fucking him. of course, it also depends on which shoulder he kisses him on.]
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Date: 12/28/21 12:51 (UTC)Underneath it all is a layer of guilt that he continuously tries to push down and shove out of sight. He keeps telling himself that giving Touya something he wants has been long awaited for the both of them. Maybe this isn't the ideal way to do it, but it would be a lie to say he would take what he can get. The head of his cock nudges just for a moment before sinking into his son, his self-revulsion and pleasure raising up in unison at how willingly he accepts it at first, and then how Dabi's body seems so tight around him to keep him there. His delusions are just as bad as the villains, but he's not deluding in the knowledge that Dabi enjoys this.
As much as he'd like to be kind and gentle, taking his time feels increasingly more impossible the longer he shallowly fucks Dabi. He hisses impatiently at the conflict between wanting to do the right thing and wanting to give in to the wicked side of his brain that he'd recently tried to burn out entirely. Who was he kidding? There was never any reality where he would make love to his son tenderly, that's not what this is and he knows it. He can't twist the truth to something that he digests more easily. This just is what it is.
Enji shoves in the rest of the way with a hard push, making it evident that even with saliva and water, there's not enough lube to keep this comfortable forever. He drags his teeth over Dabi's skin, teeth clicking over metal staples as he wraps a large arm across the younger man's chest to hold him in place for the next few thrusts. His cock withdraws and drives in again fully in quick succession. Enji swears under his breath between groans and pants at how good it feels not to hold back. His fingers dance around Dabi's neck, not quite encircling his throat, but the threat of that is there.
If Dabi does this sort of thing often, Enji can't tell. The villain feels tight and hot around him, but considering his size that grip around his cock was inescapable.]
Touya..
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Date: 12/30/21 19:17 (UTC)yeah, he enjoys this. every damn aspect of it. from the disgusting taboo of incest to the could-give-a-shit pleasure of having sex with someone regardless of who they are, it's that twisted spire of knowing and not caring all at once. endeavor's galled over this, but at the same time, he obviously isn't doing this just because dabi seduced him. touya knows his father is far stronger than that. no, there's guilt and want at play here, attraction and penance entwined, and it's all wrapped up in that carnal connection as he seizes onto his father's attention, selfishly getting something he'd desired and been denied for so long. perhaps if enji had focused on his son as a child and gave him those platonic acknowledgements and praises, he wouldn't be down here in a villainous hideout shelter shower fucking his son as an adult.
one hand reaches back and dabi hooks it around the back of the hero's broad neck. the next shallow thrust has his leg hiking up onto the ball of his foot, deliberately dragging the bone of his kneecap against the shower wall. something to alleviate the pressure nudging in and out of him in that damn delay of gratification as endeavor takes his time trying to decide what to do. but that's not stopping him from moving as he steps one leg back, the staples on his instep scraping across the top of his father's ankle.
each pop of his head in and out of him hauls a gasp from his lips or some other bodily reaction, most noticeably the villain's clenching hole tightening up around his father's huge body hard when the man's cock splits him open again. shallow fucking, amazing feeling, that burn and stretch which causes his remaining working nerves to scream in pleasure. dabi wants him to shove it in all at once but he's also fine with enji taking his sweet time. he'll indulge in this sin as long as endeavor feels like letting him, soaking up all of it.]
FUCK!! [apparently "all of it" means all of it and dabi drives his head backwards, hair throwing water off the spikes as he grinds it against his father's shoulder. endeavor slams the rest of himself in. that push has his hips meet his ass and the villain's shout rings through the enclosed space. it hurts--fuck it hurts real bad--and it's obvious in touya's voice. but that pain comes with a sick pleasure that's undeniable in his throat either, the way his ass seizes up around endeavor's dick in a strangling grip. he feels every damn detail of him pulsing inside, spreading him open and forcing his body to move for his father's presence. a sudden inappropriate flashback to a moment in the shower with his father way back when, standing in front of him with his big body looming behind him, following instructions on washing behind his ears and making sure he keeps his eyes shut so the shampoo doesn't get in them. fuck, it's a completely different version of his childhood in a twisted way.
teeth scrape at his skin, sliding over the burning demarcation line between scar and health, hurting and blissing simultaneously. staples tug slightly from the brushing touch as endeavor wraps his arm around his chest and pulls him back against him like a damn carseat belt that dabi never wears anymore. at least it keeps his chest off the cooling tile walls and instead flushes his back to endeavor's bulging chest and stomach. one thrust, a second one, he swears he's getting jolted off his feet each time the man thrusts home, though the shouts are intermingled with groans and silent gasps when enji drags out of him. so fucking much! and everything else is gone. that's what he wants. this is why he indulges in getting close to people from time to time. the amazing moment when sex is all his brain can think about and the rest of his life vanishes in the pace of moving bodies and thrusts and fuck.
fingers brush around his neck and dabi's free hand snaps up to grab at his father's wrist. before abruptly shoving upward, forcing the man's hand against his throat. either do it or don't, but don't threaten him with a good time and then stick indecisive around it, ya damn hero! won't say it out loud because he doesn't want enji to randomly have a moral crisis mid-fuck. but the invitation is there. he can hold his breath and he's pretty damn sure endeavor's got some frustrations he could work out with a bit of sexual throttling of the man who's been threatening to burn his entire world to the ground out of sheer hate and spite. he's endeavor's son, but he's a dirty fucking villain all the same!]
Enji.